Ethan stood in the kitchen the next morning, chopping fresh herbs for the omelettes with mechanical precision. His body still ached from yesterday. Every muscle reminded him of how thoroughly the women had used him. Yet his mind was not just on the physical exhaustion. Something had shifted inside him.
He could not stop thinking about Sophia.
Her warm smile, the way her full curves felt pressed against him in the gym, the genuine praise in her voice when she rode him. While Victoria was pure command, Lena was rough passion, and Isabella was cool elegance, Sophia felt different. More intimate. More dangerous. He was starting to like her in a way that went beyond the contract and the game.
He pushed the thought down as the women began entering the dining area. Victoria first, as always, r
